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Killer Stuff And Tons Of Money: Seeking History And Hidden Gems In Flea-Market America

The inside life of flea markets—the antiques world. The dealers, the fakes, the deals, the gems.

A pair of cast bronze hounds appear to stand guard at the Antique Market in Brimfield, Mass. (AP)

A pair of cast bronze hounds appear to stand guard at the Antique Market in Brimfield, Mass. (AP)

“Antiques Roadshow” gave Americans the thrill of the treasure in the attic.

The History Channel’s “American Pickers” got down and dirty with the stuff of flea markets and back road garage sales.

Now, Maureen Stanton rips the lid off the whole business of antiques, hidden gems, dealers and auctions and the fevered American trade in objects of the past. “Killer Stuff and Tons of Money,” is her new book.

Shaker furniture. Navajo rugs. Heirloom jewelry. Whale bone and weathervane. She takes us deep into the antiques biz.

This hour On Point: Owning the past. Killer stuff and tons of money.

- Tom Ashbrook

Guests:

Maureen Stanton is the author of “Killer Stuff and Tons of Money: Seeking History and Hidden Gems in Flea-Market America.” Her story follows an antiques dealer from the chaos of flea markets to the high-brow world of auctions. Stanton is also a professor of creative writing at the University of Missouri in Columbia.

Scott Chalfant is a second-generation antiques and fine art dealer of antiques. He and his father own and operate their own antiques store in West Chester, specializing in early-American furniture, but have branched out in recent years into fine art and mid-modern furniture. An innovator in the business, Chalfant is developing software he hopes will help dealers conduct business more effectively online.

On the show today, we heard “Rag and Bone” by the White Stripes and “Antiques Roadshow Remix” by the Elusive Mr. Hatchard.

Tom’s Reading List

There are numerous television programs examining different aspects of this story. Here are a few:

Antiques Roadshow

American Pickers

Pawn Stars

Auction Kings

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Killer Stuff and Tons of Money: Seeking History and Hidden Gems in Flea-Market America


Chapter One

Opium Bottles and Knuckleheads

It’s 5:00 A.M. on a May Sunday in Massachusetts, and still dark outside. Curt Avery sits in front of me in his fully loaded pickup truck, part of a mile-long line of dealers waiting to get into the Rotary Club flea market. We inch along for an hour, as the rising sun evaporates dew from my windshield. Inside a chain-link fence, flagmen wave dealers into allotted spaces. Avery is peeved because the setup is disorganized and he must wait in line instead of being able to quickly park and then “pick” the show, antique-world parlance for plucking hidden gems off other dealers’ tables. Ahead of me, I see him brake, jump out of his idling truck and sprint down a lane where dealers who arrived earlier are setting up. Half a minute later, he jogs back and tosses what looks like a small footstool into the front seat. He moves his truck another thirty feet, spies something down another aisle and leaps out to buy it. Drive-by antiquing.

He finally pulls into his spot and immediately a man materializes, nosing around the back of the truck, but Avery has come mainly to buy, so once he unloads sawhorses and plywood, he locks his truck and we cruise the aisles. The gates don’t open for another three hours, but the “show” starts the minute Avery passes through the chain-link fence. By the time the unwitting public arrives, it will be over, the good stuff gone. There will likely be no great finds left. This is the show before the show, when dealers trade with one another out of their still unemptied trucks. Coffee cup in hand, Avery hunkers down the lanes. I follow. “Fresh blood,” he says, spotting a Ryder truck. A rental truck can mean that somebody has inherited an estate, or some other one-time circumstance. Amateurs. People who don’t do this for a living, who haven’t taken the time to research their stuff, who want to turn a quick buck. The objects are new to the market; they haven’t been floating around from show to show, the ink on the price tags faded or blurred illegible by rain. “Fresh tags can be good,” Avery says.

As we approach the Ryder truck, Avery scans the objects, like the Six Million Dollar Man with telescopic vision. Twenty feet away from the table, he sings a ditty into my ear: “I just made a hundred doll-ars.” He picks up a butter churn, a small glass canister with a wooden paddle wheel inside, pays the asking price of $40. “They made very few one-quart butter churns,” he says out of the dealer’s earshot, “because for all the work you did, you only got a little butter. You do the same amount of work in a two-quart churn and double the butter. Once they figured that out, they didn’t make too many of the one-quarts. They’re rare.” This bit of esoterica—and Avery has hundreds of such factoids—will earn him a clean C-note when he resells the one-quart churn for close to $200. This is my first five minutes in Avery’s world, and he makes finding treasure look easy. But the easy money is deceptive. Avery’s apparently effortless profit is the result of years of being on the scene, gleaning tips from other dealers, working at an auction house for minimum wage, studying obscure reference books. “It’s a long education,” he says. “You really don’t start until you spend $100. I can remember the first time I broke the $100 mark. It was traumatizing.”

Now the Ryder truck woman is unloading a variety of two-inch-tall, delicately shaped perfume bottles. Avery picks one up, asks how much. “Five bucks,” she says. It’s an anomaly to see Avery gingerly handling the fragile bottle. He was a wrestler in high school, and still has the wrestler’s form, a low center of gravity, with beefy arms and legs and a barrel chest. He has tattooed biceps, a wild mop of carbon-black curls, and a five o’clock shadow by noon. With his dark, deep-set eyes and heavy eyelashes, he’s handsome in a rugged, Bruce Springsteen way.

As the woman unloads more bottles, Avery picks up each one, asks the price. Same as before, five bucks. Finally he says, “How much for all of them?” He walks away with a shoe box of thirty antique perfume bottles for $100. Probably some woman who collected perfumes died and her collection, her lifelong passion, ended up in the hands of these people, who didn’t know its value, and—it would appear—didn’t care. Avery will later sell the bottles on eBay, most for $20 to $50 each, and one for $150. This is capitalism down and dirty, no guarantees, no regrets. There is a rebellious, outré air to the flea market, “suburban subversive,” one researcher called it, “libidinous,” said another.

“Flea markets,” Avery says, “are the carnal part of this business.”

Chapter Three

Boot Camp

We are just about finished setting up when 1:00 P.M. hits and the gates open. From our vantage point halfway down the field, we can see them coming, the buyers, making steady, hurried progress, not running, which would seem undignified, but more like race-walking, that odd sport. They approach in a way that reminds me of Dawn of the Dead zombies: at first they appear distant and untroubling and then suddenly they’re upon you in a devouring swarm, with their straw hats and fanny packs and walkie-talkies and cell phones and thick wads of cash and two-wheeled carts for hauling loot.

“Got any violins?”

“Fountain pens?”

“Do you have any scouting stuff?”

A one-legged man crutches by and shouts, “Cast iron cookware? Pots? Pans? Waffle irons?” What is it about cast iron cookware that strikes him? Why does he want, love, need an old waffle iron? (Investment perhaps: a “Favorite Piqua Ware” double-loaf cast iron cornbread pan sold for a record $21,000 in 2006.) I will see Joel, the cast-iron guy, every day this week, handsome, ponytailed, muscled arms and chest, and at other New England antiques shows calling out his familiar plea, “Cast iron cookware?” Indeed, he is a legend, appearing in the novel Brimfield by Michael Fortuna, and in Brimfield Rush by Bob Wyss. Trying to be helpful, I ask Avery if he has any cast iron cookware. He replies, “This guy, Joel, works incredibly hard. At every Brimfield he asks every dealer for thirty years if he has cast iron cookware. What are the odds of me finding something he doesn’t already have?”

People walk around wearing headsets, looking deranged, muttering to themselves. Husband-and-wife teams split up to maximize efficiency. “Honey, I’m in row C, near the concession. I’ve spotted a topsy-turvy doll.” Avery has a topsy-turvy doll for $200, perched in a wooden bowl, a strange hybrid cloth figure with two heads at opposite ends, one black and one white. A skirt covers one of the doll’s heads and torso when upright. “Turn me up and turn me back, first I’m white and then I’m black” reads a nineteenth-century ad for the dolls. Stitched together at the torso, the doll defies the notion of segregation.

Minutes before the show opened, Avery walked toward the men’s room, but never made it there. On the way, he bought two stoneware jugs for $400 from a dealer a few booths down, took the price tag off and placed them on his table. Now he’s just sold them—his first sale of the day—for $550. “A hundred and fifty–dollar profit in three minutes,” he says. “A new world’s record.” A girl in her twenties breathlessly asks, “Musical instruments?” as she moves quickly from table to table. I hear her voice like a lyric, “Sir, do you have any musical instruments?” A polite, almost plaintive call that fades as she hurries along the rows. “Anything on fireworks at all?” a man shouts into the booth, and then vanishes. There’s a dozen people in Avery’s booth inspecting objects.

“How much?” A woman holds up a pink “lusterware” dog figurine.

“Ninety-five,” Avery shouts. She sets it down.

Ten minutes into the show, Avery sells a set of 1800s andirons in the shape of hound dogs for $800. A soft-spoken man asks the price of a nineteenth-century carved fisherman nutcracker. Even the lowly nutcracker has an illustrious history. Archeologists found stone nut-cracking tools buried near the Dead Sea dating 780,000 years ago. The Leavenworth Nutcracker Museum in Germany owns a nutcracker forged near the time of Christ. There is even a “father of nutcrackers,” Wilhelm Füchtner, who commercialized the production of nutcrackers in 1872. His great-great-great grandson still designs nutcrackers. The fisherman nutcracker is $150, Avery tells the man, who peels off bills and walks away happily with his nutcracker wrapped in newspaper.

Since I know nothing about antiques, I am of little help, but Avery asks me to keep my eye out for theft. He displays small, expensive items, “pocket pals,” in glass cases. There are no store detectives, two-way mirrors, hidden cameras, security guards. Only our consciences regulate the exchanges here. “Or lack thereof,” Avery says. Later, we learn that a dealer down the row not only failed to sell a single thing, but had something stolen.

A fortyish man with long hair on a kid’s banana bike rides past: “Got any marbles?” At first I think he is an obsessed weirdo, but in fact he is a savvy shopper. His tiny bike is easily packed in his car, and allows him rapid transit to hundreds of booths. The marble collector is the epitome of efficiency, not deficiency. Marbles are one of the oldest toys known. Retired toy manufacturer Bert Cohen owns two 2,300-year-old Roman marbles (among 300,000, which fill two floors of his house). In the United States in the 1920s, the game of marbles was so popular that Charles “Buster” Rech, the first champion “mibster” of the national marbles tournament in 1922, was fêted with a fifty-piece brass band before ten thousand fans.

Marbles have marvelous names: cat’s eye, clam broth, end-of-day cloud, Popeye corkscrews. An Indian is a marble hand-cut from a cane of glass. A single, late-1800s, German-made Indian sold for $4,082 in 2001. Marrididdles are homemade clay marbles you hardened in your own oven, and sulphides are clear marbles with a figure inside, like a bust of Theodore Roosevelt. In the 1880s, Samuel Dyke of Akron, Ohio, patented a machine to mass-produce clay marbles. At its peak, his factory produced a million marbles a day, which filled five railroad boxcars. For a penny, a kid could buy a fistful. Today, these clay marbles are still cheap. In a shoe box on Avery’s table, the earthen-colored, slightly misshapen orbs cost a quarter a piece.

In the banana-bike-riding marble collector, I recognize an enviable trait: passion. A dealer who bought a c. 1760 fan-crested, banister-back armchair with Spanish feet said in the Maine Antique Digest, “It crushed my heart it is so good.” Avery’s been smitten, too. Speaking of a Prior-Hamblin School portrait, he said, “I fell in love with that thing.” He won the painting at an auction. “It was such a star, such a queen,” he said. I’ve never collected anything beyond childhood, and though I can’t imagine what objects might attract me now, I long to feel this passion collectors feel, to fall in love with something.

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  • Cory

    I’m noticing spontaneous flea markets and rummage sales popping up at unexpected locations all over my area.  It is an interesting evolution of folks reacting to the new economic realities in our country and world.  This isn’t all bad either.  These community bazaars and farmer’s markets are an opportunity for communities to get reaquainted with the folks in their neighborhood.

  • Ellen Dibble

    We’ve had a tornado a half mile wide or so by 6 miles long through a city and a few towns, and a couple smaller ones, and there are people with zilch.  Does this area have enough “stuff” to replenish their supplies?  Oh, yes, and then some.  The question is how to distribute it — redistribute it.   I had an antique chair that I no longer needed, gave it to some neighbors, and found it a few years later in our dumpster.  I find lots of furniture there, actually.  But I have met the Dickensian types who supply their antique stores out of city dumps, so the circulation goes on and on.  I worry about bedbugs, but hey.

  • Terry Tree Tree

    You can get an EXPENSIVE education in a hurry!  Either KNOW what your’e buying, or don’t pay too much for it.  An interview with a pawn shop owner said he was offered several “Rolex” watches a day for $50, or less.  I  wonder how much of the equipment that has been stolen from my, and other Volunteer Fire Departments, has been sold this way, as well as for scrap?  A $1400 Piercing Nozzle, was scrapped for $20.  The drug-scum that steal it, is the most likely to need us!

  • Yar

    Cory is correct in new economic realities, I won’t buy from flee markets because my grandmother’s house was broken into and all of her stuff was stolen.  The crooks had an interesting method, they took the bed sheets and trash cans as containers for the stuff they stole.  At least that is our best guess.  I don’t want to see the hand painted china her husband brought back from his time in Germany, I might lose it if I saw those unique plates on a sale table.  I went into a pawn shop once when the guy behind the counter asked what I was interested in, he jokingly said if we don’t have it today we will get it tonight.  The black market is at least partially funded with stolen goods.
    As for buying junk as an investment, I recommend against it.  My nephew hiked the Appalachian trail and the lesson he learned is, stuff is a burden.  If you don’t use it get rid of it, building community is a better investment than buying things.  If you have a closet or garage full of stuff, think how much that space is costing you.  The adrenalin buzz people get when they buy ‘ a steal’ at a flee market is what drives the entire system.  The art market is driven by similar economics along with bragging rights.  People don’t trust the dollar and are looking for ways to hedge their bets. Hoarding is a disease, in our nation it is epidemic.

    • Ellen Dibble

      Hi.  When I was living on very little money I had an old bike, and it was registered with the police.  But it was stolen.  So I was on foot.  Eventually I got another bike, as I recall, but I remember going to a police auction where they sold off the found bicycles and so on.  I found in their stuff my old bicycle, that I’d used for 10 years or so.  It was heartbreaking that they wouldn’t just return it to me.  They said they had thrown out their records of registration.  It was missing wheels, but otherwise intact.  I grieved. Nowadays I won’t use a new bicycle. I get the bicycle even a tramp would not ride.

  • AC

    i found a strip in amherst NH which has shop after shop of consignment/antique stores, many of those support independant dealers and even crafts-people.
    Price and quality varies hugely, but it’s always fun to window shop (more like being in a museum) and it’s easy to find unique/interesting gifts, esp. jewelry pieces.
    Which does make me wonder why the super Walmart parking lot on the same strip is ALWAYS full of shoppers? Why buy plastic mass-produced junk, when you can buy something cool no one else has for the same (sometimes less) money???

  • David

    Between Craigslist and Ebay the old style Flea Markets are pretty much a thing of the past.

  • Kerry

    There is a show on BBC that has been around for years called Bargin Hunt… “Both teams have £300 and one hour at a fair to buy antiques which they have to
    sell at auction, hopefully making money into the bargain.”

    http://www.bbc.co.uk/showsandtours/shows/beonashow/bargain_hunt

  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joseph-Rice/100000693874282 Joseph Rice

    Having been in the antiques business both part and full time over the past 25 years or so, I found this interesting, and really appreciated the comment that the tv “reality” shows and Antiques Roadshow only show the very, very small percentage of “hits”. Just look in the background at Roadshow – for every person with a worthwhile item, there seem to be at least 20 dragging “Last Supper” prints.

    Can people make a living? Well, some do, but this is also a field that is fueled by a majority of part-time and hobbyists – and while many “professionals” look down on them, without them there would be virtually no marketplace.

  • Dainbug

    So, you are promoting “Celebrity Con-Men” who take advantage of us dumb poor folk who don’t know the true value of what have collected. At least roadshow is about just letting people know the value. The American pickers are just Vultures.

  • Gordy silver

    Buying and selling any thing that has money left
    in the item. Its more about the hunt than the item. Its all about what
    people will pay for item. The appraisal has not to do with what it will
    sell for.

  • Skewback

    Why do objects come in and out of fashion? Do the antique dealers drive these fashions?

    • Tim

      I don’t know, but I’m hearing a real opportunity in today’s conversation: buy “old” antiques cheap now, hang onto them, and sell them when they come back into fashion. If it’s your passion, what a great way to make a killing. It isn’t mine. The conversation fascinates, but the whole idea of collecting, antiques, and vintage things hold no interest for me.

    • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joseph-Rice/100000693874282 Joseph Rice

      When we are able to put some distance between eras, we look at things very differently, and see them in new contexts. And this is affected by demographics, current events, styles in fashion and architecture, etc.

      Some dealers have “created a market”, but 90% of that is the ability to see what it is in the item that will resonate with people, particularly when they see it in a new context.

    • Peg

      There are a few magazines (Martha Stewart Living for one) that feature articles  on collectible and announce that this or that thing is suddenly “hot” among collectors. I sometimes wonder if these article truly chronicle current trends or create them artificially.

  • Peg

    I found an old sterling silver carving set at the Salvation Army back in 1991. It was sitting in a box, had not been priced yet. I asked the guy at the register if I could buy it, He said, sure, he could price it for me, and also that several people had been looking at it but I was the first one to ask. He sold it to me for $12. I shined it up (beautiful boar’s head with red gemstone eyes rimmed with oak leaves and acorn pattern, on deer antler handles) and gave it as a gift to my then-boyfriend. 
    Recently I looked around on Ebay and found an identical set selling for $6500. I was floored. I knew it was worth a lot more than $12, but not that much! I let my ex know this and he said he now values it even more. Bet that would have made an exciting moment on Antiques Roadshow.

    • Peg

      Here is the link to it:  http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130496786039&ssPageName=STRK:MEWAX:IT

      It is now “on sale” for $4400.

      • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joseph-Rice/100000693874282 Joseph Rice

        And when my mother would tell me how some antique dealer was “asking x$” for something like hers, I would remind her that “asking” is not yet actual cash in hand.

        The dealer on eBay with a similar set is a major dealer, who I believe now maintains a store in one of the more exclusive hotels in NYC; major league customers, but also major league overhead.

        Out here in the “real world” I would see that set at around 375. – carving sets are not big sellers (an ordinary Sterling handled carving set can be picked up fo significantly less- I saw some this weekend in the 65 – 95 range).

      • Fab1959

        Keep in mind that the seller is asking $4,400. It’s only worth what someone will pay for it.

    • http://richardsnotes.org Richard

      That’s a great story Peg, thanks for sharing it.

  • Ellen Dibble

    Buy cheap/sell dear — it’s part of human programming:  to find what no one else can find, to select better than others, to survive by better information and instincts:  ”taste” in its elemental sense, avoiding the poison mushroom.  If we are graduating from production to recycling, then re-valuing the past matters.  Long ago, a boyfriend brought me back from Mexico a piece of very old handmade pottery.  Before long, I realized it was probably oozing lead into the bread I was making in it, and you can’t imagine how quickly I got rid of that.

    • Yar

      The boyfriend or the pottery?

      • Ellen Dibble

        Both.  But I didn’t hold the pottery against him.  Two different issues.

  • Ellen Dibble

    I think compulsive buyers of “cool interesting stuff” end up with more than one house-ful of charming furnishings, and after a while one of those houses becomes an antique shop, or the source of truckloads at auctions.  What happens when someone outgrows that compulsion?  The glass menagerie in the hall, does it get inherited?  
       In olden days, there were “tag-sale people” who went around in their cars every spare day hunting for “finds,” and I’m thinking in the days of gas-happy car-owners, this was the coming thing.  Nowadays it’s not so much of a thrill.  You can meet people without visiting their garages on Sundays.  
        But that’s a cut below antiques dealing.  Historical interest that sort of justifies the finders of great antiquities does not justify the quest for the finer lamp, the cooler curtains.

    • AC

      I apologize because I have a different perspective, but I think you are on the wrong show, compulsion of any kind belongs in the realm of psychology. People can compulsively overeat and what not. To assume people looking for cool or interesting stuff are immediately available for you to stick in a neat stereotyped slot is silly.
      Also, I am not sure where you intended to go speaking of gas-happy cars driving for finds, but on that note, you may wish to factor in the variable that re-use/refurbishing items produces much less waste than (esp.) new manufacturing.

  • erin

    I love that you are discussing the language of the antiques business. My partner John and I specialize in industrial objects, vintage and handcrafted goods. We are opening a store in Turners Falls, MA this fall and have been struggling with how to describe what we do without using the word “antiques”. We finally decided on “LOOT: found and made”. We both listen to your show all the time Tom! Please come and visit ;)

  • Jo H

    Maureen, What advice to you have for non-experts who have things to sell? I have assorted belongings from my grandparents over their lifetimes and no idea how to value them for re-sale? But can’t keep them in basement forever. Need help!

    • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joseph-Rice/100000693874282 Joseph Rice

      You can start by looking at markets/auctions/on-line venues for similar, to get a rough idea. Most of what people typically have is what antique dealers refer to as “merch” or “stuff” – saleable, but not extraordinary.
      If, after your preliminary research you find you have above average things, get an appraisal – this is not the same as calling in a dealer to value and potentially buy. A good appraiser will not attempt to buy, but will give a disinterested appraisal of the items worth, based on your requirements (for insurance, sale, donation, etc.) as these have an effect on “value”. Make sure you establish how services are to paid – usually a set fee per hour. If a good appraiser comes across things out of their area of expertise, they will not just guess, but will refer you to someone else for those items.

      • Jo H

        Very helpful — thanks for your reply!

    • Maureen Stanton

      To find value, there are many social groups now where people share knowledge (www.iantique.com, vintagevillage.com,  and groups on Linked In. You can always find a reputable dealer who might give you a good price for a “lot” or pick out the most valuable objects to resell.  As Scott Chalfont said, his shop takes consignments, but I imagine that is for high-end worth. eBay is good if you properly list your item, which requires some research.  For items you suspect are most valuable (and small), you might carry them into a good antique shop and talk to the owner. Auction houses can assess the objects, too, and in the book, “Curt Avery” gives the names of some in the Boston area that he has found to be quite reputable.  Hope this helps. Sorry for the delay in writing. I wasn’t aware of these comments at first.

  • Rex Henry

    So who exactly is shelling out thousands of dollars for this stuff?  There’s obviously a market to sell it for a huge profit, but where does it end up?

  • Mark

    If the younger generation is buying vintage and not antiques, did the parents or grandparents buy the vintage of their day or did they buy antiques?

    • http://www.facebook.com/people/Joseph-Rice/100000693874282 Joseph Rice

      The concept of “antique” has changed, and you cannot generalize about previous generations any more than today’s. Until 1876 (the centennial) and a major exhbit at the Metropolitan in the early 20th century, early American items were not valued (except perhaps by their original owner families). “Antique” almost exclusively meant “European”. Auctioneers regularly sold household items (and it was also common to buy a house with contents), but this was probably less for aesthic reasons than practicality.

      BTW, my own grandmother could’t understand my mother’s interest in antiques – she felt that after the depression, she didn’t want to own second-hand items again.

  • Stillin

    I am on the Canadian border of NY and Canada and I am an artist/art teacher and I buy beautiful things that are old that I like. I have a question. I was in Trinidad, WI and I found a man from the Congo selling antique Congo masks. I have pictures of them they were beautiful. They had been smuggled out of the Congo by UN workers. There were 3. One was 500 US I wanted to buy it. I didn’t have 500 right there. Later, when I thought about it, I had an ugly feeling.What if, I had bought it, and then customs would not have left it leave the country. I had had a problem with customs before with just a shell! I bought it, it wasn’t rare and still I got hassled over it. My thought was what if it was actually a scam. You buy the mask, customs says no, it goes back to the guy selling and someone profits. Any thoughts on this?

  • Ellen Dibble

    Worst case scenario for antiques:  about 2500 BC, later than Egypt, Mesopotamia, and Persia, but soon after, the Indus River civilization took off, larger in expanse than current Pakistan, from Harappa near Lahore in the north, to Mohenjo-Daro in the south near Karachi.  In 1856, two English engineers were engaged in building a railway line from Karachi to Lahore.  Whilst looking for ballast for their railway, they heard of numbers of huge shapeless mounds which were supposed to be the ruins of an ancient city built entirely of brick.  This city turned out to be Harappa, which they pillaged mercilessly to provide the support for their railway.”  from Sinharaja Tammita-Delgoda’s Traveller’s History of India.  Mohenjo-Daro is better preserved.    But at first, a brick was a brick was a brick.

  • Bpalette3

    My father saved many items that were special to him.  When my parents moved from their home of many yrs., some of his things were stored in the top of my sisters garage.   There were squirrils, chipmunks and mice that had gotten into that area.  I would like to salvage some of these things in memory of my father.  Does anyone know the best way to go about doing this.

    I heard the end of the show today and it caught my interest.

    Thanks,
    Barb

  • Bpalette3

    My father saved many items that were special to him.  When my parents moved from their home of many yrs., some of his things were stored in the top of my sisters garage.   There were squirrils, chipmunks and mice that had gotten into that area.  I would like to salvage some of these things in memory of my father.  Does anyone know the best way to go about doing this.

    I heard the end of the show today and it caught my interest.

    Thanks,
    Barb

    • Terry Tree Tree

      Barb,   An established, reputable restorer, of the type of item you want to restore, seems the only way to go.  An amateur, or a restorer of other types, can easily lose the value of an item, just by ‘cleaning’ it. 

  • Mary Ann in Seal Beach CA

    Just clicked on the website link for your flea market show and got your wild weather show.

    • Ilo

      Me too!

      • Chris

        Me too! !

    • Sandy

      I got the wild weather show too.  Very dissapointing not to be able to hear this program..

  • Sammirae

    Please fix the flea market show recording link, it is the wild weather show! 

    • Alex L

      Same here, please fix!

  • Sammirae

    Please fix the flea market show recording link, it is the wild weather show! 

  • Tina L

    Hi there, I tried to listen to the recording of this show but when I do it goes to a recording of a show about the different weather problems in the US, which is also interesting, but I really would like to listen to this show! Thanks so much, -Tina

  • Hockeyrover

    Please fix the link for this show so that we can hear it and NOT the climate change show, especially since the 8 pm rebroadcast last night was pre-empted by the President’s speech.

    Thank you!

  • Laurafisherquilts

    Beautifully written and accurately captures the vitality of the search at antiques markets.

    • Maureen Stanton

      Thank you for your kind comment. Maureen Stanton.

  • JANEPLANE

    FIX AUDIO PLEASE, LINK PLAYS WRONG SHOW. THANKS. 

  • Mikebook

    I enjoyed this program. It is nice to listen to something that is not about politics, healthcare, or homicides in our cities.

  • Fab1959

    Boy can I relate! I left my FT job to work FT selling antique and vintage dolls. It’s a  tough life, but I do enjoy most aspects of it. I will be reading this book and attempting to glean more insight into this world I’ve come to know so well. Thrift stores, auctions, estates sales, garage sales, I comb them all looking for inventory. Please keep me in mind for a dealer slot if Avery’s pilot is approved. I’d love to compete for best finds at Brimfield with $1,000 to spend.

    • Maureen Stanton

      Hi Fab1959–this is Maureen Stanton, author of Killer Stuff.  I hope you are having a great treasure hunting season. I’m headed to Brimfield, MA myself in a couples days for the July flea market and antiques show.

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